Граф Монте-Крісто

The Morrel Family.

           

           "Madame,"repliedMonteCristogravely,andgazingearnestlyonthetwoliquidpearlsthattrickleddownJulie’scheeks,"hadLordWilmoreseenwhatInowsee,hewouldbecomeattachedtolife,forthetearsyoushedwouldreconcilehimtomankind;"andheheldouthishandtoJulie,whogavehimhers,carriedawaybythelookandaccentofthecount."But,"continuedshe,"LordWilmorehadafamilyorfriends,hemusthaveknownsomeone,canwenot—"

           "Oh,itisuselesstoinquire,"returnedthecount;"perhaps,afterall,hewasnotthemanyouseekfor.Hewasmyfriend:hehadnosecretsfromme,andifthishadbeensohewouldhaveconfidedinme."

           "Andhetoldyounothing?"

           "Notaword."

           "Nothingthatwouldleadyoutosuppose?"

           "Nothing."

           "Andyetyouspokeofhimatonce."

           "Ah,insuchacaseonesupposes"—

           "Sister,sister,"saidMaximilian,comingtothecount’said,"monsieurisquiteright.Recollectwhatourexcellentfathersooftentoldus,‘ItwasnoEnglishmanthatthussavedus.’"MonteCristostarted."Whatdidyourfathertellyou,M.Morrel?"saidheeagerly.

           "Myfatherthoughtthatthisactionhadbeenmiraculouslyperformedhebelievedthatabenefactorhadarisenfromthegravetosaveus.Oh,itwasatouchingsuperstition,monsieur,andalthoughIdidnotmyselfbelieveit,Iwouldnotfortheworldhavedestroyedmyfather’sfaith

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